Chapter Three
Miles turned a bit green at the thought of the diner. “I’m not sure fried food would sit well on my stomach right now.”
“They have plenty of other options,” said Myrtle. “You know you usually end up with a salad over there. Besides, Red wants us to leave and he’ll continue glaring at me until we do.”
Miles was finally, and reluctantly, convinced and soon they were walking into Bo’s Diner in downtown Bradley. The restaurant hadn’t changed in decades with its vinyl booths, laminated menus, and linoleum flooring.
Before long, Myrtle was contentedly eating a pimento cheese hot dog and French fries. Miles looked askance at her plate and pushed around salad greens without any of them actually getting put into his mouth.
Myrtle watched him for a moment as she took a sip of her
